Kitto had the feeling of being sick all day. Mostly, she was pissed off. Someone, whom she wouldn't know of until she started the case with L, had killed two other people involved with Kitto's case. Erg, she hated when unexpected things happened. Kitto hated surprises.
Kitto had retired to her bed that day, thorwing herself down on the covers and pillows. She ran her hand over the lace-like texture of her favorite pillow. Still confused about teh day's events she fell asleep.
Kitto woke up the next day around noon. The first thing she heard as the BRING-BRING of the alarm on the computer.
Sleepily, she drug herself up and sat down in front of the computer. She brought the mouse to an orange flashing bar at the bottom of the screen. She clicked on it and up popped a email.
She squinted and tryed to figure out the letters written across the white background. It was from Dale. She mummbled something that she didn't quite remember later to herself.
Dale had been called to the scene of another murder. The pregnant daughter had been killed. Kitto slammed her fist down on the desk.
"DAMN! He not only killed Miller and the boy, but the girl too! Hmph. What's he thinking?" She whispered the last thing as she glared at the screen.
She pushed her chair back and got up from the computer. She huffed as she stomped into the bathroom. Kitto pulled open the cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out the toothpaste and thoothbrush. She closed the door and squirted the paste on the toothbrush. She violently scrubbed her teeth. Kitto always had white teeth. There were rare times when it seemed her teeth were slightly staining.
She slammed the toothbrush down on the edge of the sink and rinsed her mouth out before looking into the mirror. She brushed away soem toothpaste at the corner of her mouth. Kitto observed the rest of her face's features. She had brown hair, dark brown hair, brown eyes. Her face was oval shaped.
Kitto walked out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen. She pulled out a jar of peanut butter and stuffed it into the bag. She had plans today. Kitto picked up a ntoebook and stuffed it into the same pocket as the case file.
She stretched before leaving her house. She would be sure to lock the front and back door and latch the gate. She glanced five times behind her before she disappeared on the curve.
She continued down the street, shoulders kind of hunched and her head bowed. She continued down to a park and sat down on the nearest bench. She sat with her bag in her lap and the case file pulled out and opened to Miller's photograph of his face.
It was twenty mintues later of thinking when a man sat down next to her. She glanced up from the file and saw he was looking off into space. She pursed her lips before looking back down at the file.
"Nice day, eh?" His voice was very controled.
Kitto looked back up, "I suppose," she said.
"Oh? Are you not having a good day?" He chuckled.
"Hmm? Oh. . . . I'm not so sure about that. Though start to the day."
"Hunh?" He was observing her, closely. Kitto looekd him over, what did he want?
"Um, yeah. I just came here for a break," Kitto said and shut the file.
"I come here when I need to clear my head of something. Like today, I woke up thinking that I needed something to clear my stress," he said.
Kitto noticed the way he was sitting, with his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them.
"Uh . . That's nice. I came here to work," she said and pulled out her jar of peanut butter and a plastic spoon.
". . . What's that your eating?" He asked, leaning in and looking down at the jar.
"Peanut butter. Helps me think. Er- are you okay?" She narrowed her eyes as he was now looming over her.
"Oh, sorry." He stucked his thumb up to his mouth.
"Um. What's your name?" Kitto decided to ask.
"Rue Ryuzaki. Your's?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Kitto Owlette. Er- nice to meet you Rue," She said and stuck out her hand for him to shake.
"Please call me Ryuzaki," He said while nibbling his thumbnail. He just continued to star at her face and ignroe the hand offered.
"Oh. Well anyway, nice meeting ya Ryuzaki. Do you come here often?" She asked.
"Yes. I'm working on a case as of now and about to go work with another detective that I met."
"Huh? You're a detective . . . As am I. I'm working on a case, but there seems to be a killer that interupted it," She almost growled mentioning it.
"That's interesting," He said.
"I've actually been asked to look at another case also. And this other case mixes me in with the killer and my other case," Kitto said with a sigh. She screwed the lid back on her peanut butter.
"I've always prefered jam . . . " He mummbled.
"Hunh?" She looked over at him. He always prefered jam . . ?
"Excuse me, Kitto. I mean, I always prefer jam for thinking on something," Ryuzaki said.
"Oh. That's funny . . "
"Funny? Kitto- I could call your peanut butter obsession 'funny'."
"Uh, yeah." She tapped a finger on her bottom lip.
"Why do you do that?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her finger.
"Um. I'm thinking."
"About?"
Why did he want to know?
"About the killer. Why he wanted to kill three people. . . "
"Who knows how killers think," Ryuzaki said without much emotion.
"Uh. . . yeah . . ." She stood, grabbing her bag.
"I've got to go," She said.
"Wait, Kitto- want to go out to eat some time?"
. . . This guy was weird. However, Kitto smiled at him.
"Sure," She said and waved. She left the park thinking what the hell did she just agree to.